Favorite Lines of All Time


Just a few of my favorite lines and sceens from my writing. 💙


It was summer, I was 14 and I had discovered the music of Queen, which I listened to constantly on my Walkman.


Lola’s Story

“Do you want to hold him?” the nurse asked.

“No,” Lola said turning her head away from the newborn, trying to keep the tears at bay.



From the first time I saw her I knew I had to taste those soft, cherry lips. I watched as she slid the lip gloss wand over her lower lip, how it glistened in the summer sun. She rubbed her lips together, giving a kiss to the air.



Zeb put his hand over hers, giving it a light squeeze. He reached over and touched the side of her face, her skin was cold from the rain. He leaned in, kissing her lightly on the lips. She moved back looking into his dark eyes.


The Robe

“Do I know you?” Jacob asked.

She gave him a smug little grin, leaned in next to his ear and whispered.

“Perhaps,” her warm breath brushing against his neck sent a shiver down his back.


So you like to watch…

Spring semester had just begun, the arctic air cut through me like a knife, chilling me to the bone as I walked across campus.



John turned over and wrapped his arms around Meg, kissing the back of her neck. She let out a moan and squeezed his arms.

“I don’t want to leave,”

“I don’t want you to leave, except…Hannah,” Meg sighed and sat up, reaching for the pack of cigarettes on the nightstand. She lit one and took a deep drag. John sat up behind her and took the cigarette from her fingers, taking a drag and handing it back to her.

“Do you mind if I take a shower? Hannah is a bit of a bloodhound,”

“Go ahead, just don’t use the French Vanilla and Lavender soap,” she smiled at him.

“Ahh, so that’s what that scent was,” he got up kissing her on the forehead on his way to the bathroom.


Pieces Fall Together

Her phone buzzed, David:
Sarah we need to talk, meet me for lunch 1:30 pm, the deli across the street.
Sure, but you’re buying. She answered.
They sat down with their lunch in hand, turkey sandwiches with chips and an ice tea.
“So, what now?” she asked taking a bite of her sandwich.
“She’s mad and hurt, called me every name in the book, called you a few names,”
“Nice, what does she want,”
“That’s where it gets tricky, I have to tell you something, but I don’t think I should tell you while you’re eating,” David said.
Sarah stopped eating, she was suddenly not hungry. She wrapped up the rest of her sandwich and put it along with the unopened chips back into the bag. She took a long drink of her ice tea.

“Ok, tell me,”
He took​ her hands and looked her in the eye.
“I love being with you, you get me and you know me,”
She could feel her throat getting tighter, her vision started to blur. She did not want to cry, not in front of him.
“Vanessa’s pregnant and…”
That was it she was done. Sarah got up grabbed her lunch and walked away. She made it into the office, went to the ladies room, and lost her lunch.
She stood in front of the mirror sobbing like a schoolgirl, thinking about how stupid it was to get involved with him again.


After the Glory

You know that feeling you get when you are at a point in your life where you don’t know what’s next. But you know it makes you feel sick to think about it. That tight knot in the pit of your stomach the metallic taste you get in the back of your throat knowing that you’re going to throw up no matter how hard you fight it. This is that point in life for Thomas, he knows whatever happens next, whatever decisions he makes now in his life will determine the path that he will be on until it’s end.

He stepped off the ship and onto the dock, his time as a marine was over, he had enlisted straight out of high school. Went through basic and was shipped straight into the Battle of Peleliu, during November of 1944.

It was now October of 1945 and PFC Thomas Moore had been sent home with an honorable discharge, along with a positive TB test and a diagnosis of six months to live. He gathered his duffle bag and headed into the city that he would now call home.


Alternative Rock and High Tops

“So who’s the girl, with the pixy hair?” Susie asked as they wandered through the mall.

“That’s Amber,” he answered.

“And she is your…” she trailed off giving him a look.


“Aaa, wait Amber Jacobson?”

“Yeah, why?”

“She was in my lit class junior year, she was one of the ‘Britney, Tiffany, Amber’s’, click, isn’t she a little young for you? Wait how old are you?”

Ethan stopped walking.

“How old do you think I am?” he asked.

“I don’t know, 26 ish.”

“Not quite, I’ll be 22 on Saturday, hence the need for some music, Amber wants to have a party,”

“Well, in that case happy early birthday, can I buy you a frozen yogurt?” Susie asked pointing to TCBY’s.

“Sure, why not,”


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